El Guacho

The guy is scared, the guy is frightened
And he wants the state to give him back his side
He was whole before, now fragmented
He looks at himself and repeats: I'm a castaway
Two days ago the guy had his life
Now his identity is gone
Lacking spirit in your manhood to be constituted
Poor guy, he's a victim of his captive soul

On any given day, the lonely outcast wakes up
Drowsy, he follows his imaginary body
Raises his heavy non-existent vertebrae
Begins his day, the invisible inert skull
Beautiful morning as the blinds go up
His non-nostrils inhale breaths of air
Hello bird, how is your wing today?
With his abstract breath, each feather falls apart

Falls apart, the outcast falls apart
Falls apart, the outcast falls apart
Falls apart, outcast, falls apart
Falls apart

The outcast
The outcast
The outcast is scared

The guy is scared, the guy is insane
And he wants those people to give him back his present
He observes, maybe he's not there
Apparently his sanity went off course
Partially shredding minds, unmemorizing fates
Desolately he rolled up like a bun
Immersed in his cointreau, the monster seeped in
Took and endowed himself with what concerned the beast

Set sail
Like a disinterested mercenary
Unable to move, in search of his side
He collapses, he remembered
That it's useless, they took it away long ago
Victim or perpetrator of his involuntary actions
There's no calendar for his cavernous shoes
He thinks of the morbid, and the harassment
Blood, revenge, and destruction, in his resentful eyes

Falls apart, the outcast falls apart
Falls apart, the outcast falls apart
Falls apart, outcast, falls apart
Falls apart

The outcast
The outcast
The outcast is scared

The outcast wants to see himself, to recognize himself
With the passing of time, he seems to dissolve
Into emptiness his body turns inside out
Disintegrated man, no one can see him anymore
He should look at himself, talk to himself
There's no other alternative but self-flagellation
Artifact of oblivion, a fledgling of no nest
His features are feigned, he's deconstructed

Please check his history before speaking
Which of his characteristics should be real
No one answers him, his protests are useless
In vain he shaves if nothing manifests
He wishes to have dates, his voice excites no one
He doesn't even have money to go out with girls
He keeps a holy card, he prays for his return
The saints answer him: In your absence, you are imprisoned

The outcast
The outcast
The outcast is scared

His soft senses and his broken dialogues
Listen to him speak, he does it like others
The outcast is scared, he can't even find his photo
Everything is lost, his opinion has no vote
Saliva is acid, erasing in him
What once was
Yes, there was a man with a name and surname
Unfortunately, he has disappeared